“Consider!” chimed in the Professor. “What is there to consider about? Answer me this! Have you not been complaining of your health, and have you not been longing for what you call a smack of the country breeze? Well! there in your hand is the paper that offers you perpetual choking mouthfuls of country breeze for four months’ time. Is it not so? Ha! Again⁠—you want money. Well! Is four golden guineas a week nothing? My-soul-bless-my-soul! only give it to me ⁠—and my boots shall creak like the golden Papa’s, with a sense of the overpowering richness of the man who walks in them! Four guineas a week, and, more than that, the charming society of two young misses! and, more than that, your bed, your breakfast, your dinner, your gorging English teas and lunches and drinks of foaming beer, all for nothing⁠—why, Walter, my dear good friend⁠—deuce-what-the-deuce!⁠—for the first time in my life I have not eyes enough in my head to look, and wonder at you!”